Military Emancipation

by David O. Sullivan

  Marc moaned, “The ring is insect repellent for horny men. She likes you. I can tell by the way her face lit.”

  Autumn held on to Marc. “But our ages; I’m almost forty. She can’t be more than sixteen.” She giggled and got down off Marc.

  “I figure her to be about twenty-five.”

  Autumn rushed to her dresser. “I need my vibrator.”

  Marc flustered. “I’ll excuse myself.”

  With a fiendish grin, she said, “You can watch. Adam wouldn’t mind.”

  “Aw, no, thanks.”

  She ran her tongue around her lips. “You truly don’t want to, or you’re being polite.”

  He waved, closed her door, and put some loud music on in the living room.

  Chapter 3

  A month flew by. Adam rolled awake at the first light peeping past the half-open curtains. He rested on his side, with his head in hand, and stared at the handsome man next to him. Taking his grandmother’s advice, he counted his blessings while he still had them. He loved Marc for his attributes and imperfections. While Adam’s family accepted his being gay, Marc’s family was the poster child for the polar opposite.

  Like Marc predicted, Adam’s dad came through the heart surgery with ease, and the doctor said his great health was a contributing factor. Adam had a good career, and he was happy. He enjoyed being a dental hygienist and counted Autumn as a blessing that he could work around her and share the apartment with her. She was, at times, a big sister he loved. Adam hoped she’d find another girlfriend. While he couldn’t support Marc playing cupid, he didn’t tell him to stop. He pressed his palm over Marc’s chest and kissed his cheek. When he didn’t stir, Adam straddled his lover and slowly added more weight on him.

  Marc blinked his eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “Passionately attacking you.”

  They kissed. A shiver ran through Adam, an awesome, loving shiver that made him wrap his arms around Marc. They rolled the width of the bed, kissing while embraced. Adam wanted to say how much he loved Marc but held back because it stressed Marc that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say it.

  Marc groaned. “Do you feel like a top or bottom today?”

  “I don’t know. Let’s see what develops.”

  Marc kissed Adam and tenderly bit Adam’s lip. Marc slipped a hand inside Adam’s briefs and palmed his ass. Adam nuzzled Marc’s neck and kissed and lightly scratched his way along Marc’s neck, chest, abs, and finally eased Marc’s sexy, electric-blue briefs down. Marc’s stiff cock bounced. Adam wrapped his fist around it and licked the head like an ice cream cone. His nervousness heightened as he took the head in his mouth and eased more of the copious length in.

  Marc patted Adam’s shoulder. “Go easy. Take what you’re comfortable with.”

  Adam wanted to get over it. He knew when he was a kid he liked guys. He loved to suck dick but was burdened by an abnormally high gag reflex. The first two cocks he’d sucked had been shoved deep in his mouth. He wanted to make Marc happy, but he gagged, and that set his usual reaction in motion. His gut muscles spasmed, and he ran to the toilet but luckily didn’t vomit this time. He returned to bed with a shy slink.

  “Did I mess up the moment?”

  Marc held him. “I’m a nurse and have seen much worse. I appreciate your effort. We’ll work on it. I’ll give you cock sucking lessons.”

  Adam moaned. “But you can take all of mine?”

  Marc teased as he reached for the nightstand for the tube of lube. “My cock is supersized, and you have the prick of a mouse.” They kissed for many moments. Marc whispered, “I love being with you.” He lubed their cocks and his own ass, then he got on his hands and knees.

  Adam moved behind him and playfully slapped Marc’s ass and bit it all over. Before his mental filter could control his mouth, he exclaimed, “I love you.”

  Adam drove his dick all the way in. Despite Marc’s teasing, they both were well endowed in the penis department. Adam serviced Marc in a slow, gentle motion, picked up speed, and eventually pounded him. Marc watched via the mirrored closet door. Adam came, pulled out, and threw himself onto his back with his legs up.

  Marc kissed him and moved atop Adam. “Gentle or hard?”

  “Hard.”

  Marc shoved it in to the hilt.

  Adam bellowed, “Damn, your cock is so big.” They both laughed.

  Marc pounded away. “Maybe you should say it again but louder. I’m not sure Autumn heard.”

  Adam fell silent as he often did in love sessions. Adam loved them doing it face to face. Marc’s eyes shifted from closed to open and often rolled back. His sexy Adam’s apple bounced when he swallowed. He fell on Adam and kissed him while gripping his head.

  “Ahhhh, Adam.” Marc settled on him without movement.

  Adam ran his fingers through his lover’s hair. Half a minute later, Marc stirred, and they cuddled side by side.

  Adam said, “Two.”

  Staying still, Marc asked, “Huh?”

  “Before I woke you, I counted my blessings. After my immediate family, you’re blessing number two.”

  Marc squeezed. “You’re number one for me.”

  Adam mentally compared their fathers. When Adam was in high school, his dad walked in when Adam and a male friend were playing sexually. Adam’s dad just said dinner was almost ready and for Adam to wash his hands, and he invited Adam’s bud to join them. That night, Adam came out to his father, and they had a deep, loving talk.

  Marc related once that when his dad caught him with another boy, Marc got a beating with a belt. Adam pulled tighter to Marc, and he returned the hug.

  Adam asked, “Any luck with ordering packages?”

  “No. Either Autumn isn’t home when Jeannette delivers them, or Jeannette leaves them on the doorstep. Once Autumn was home, but a fill-in delivered. Another time, Jeannette delivered and was so far behind for the day, she had to run, but I caught a special look between them.”

  “So, is it time to end that line of action? How much have you spent?”

  Marc lightly scratched his nails over Adam’s back. “She’s our friend, and it’s stuff we can use anyway.” He hummed. “I have another idea. November sixth is Autumn’s birthday. It’s on a Sunday. None of us is working.”

  * * * *

  Time passed at a glacial pace. The guys exchanged secret glances between them, and Marc seemed more loving. Twice, Adam thought Marc was going to say he loved Adam, but he understood. While Adam grew up with I love you shared in his home, Marc’s family was cool and distant.

  Sunday, November sixth arrived. The guys made breakfast for Autumn.

  She crowed, “I want a birthday every month so you guys can spoil me.” She sighed.

  Adam asked, “Still feeling down?”

  She nodded and bit into a pancake. “Today is also my wedding anniversary. I was so young and stupid. Why did I say I wanted to marry Tom on my birthday?”

  Marc dropped a hand to Autumn’s shoulder. “That was twenty years ago. You were stupid; now you’re perfect. We hope you like our gift for you today.”

  She smiled. “You guys are great. You made breakfast and are taking me out to dinner and dancing, that’s enough. Besides, you know I don’t like a lot of material things.”

  After breakfast, the guys ganged up on Autumn to give her a relaxing massage on their portable table. She was naked, and everyone was cool with it. The day passed in leisure and naps. They showered and dressed for the night out and chatted in the living room.

  Autumn asked, “What time are the reservations? Do we need to leave soon?”

  Adam’s nervousness escalated. “Yes, we’ll leave soon.” He checked his watch and eyed the door.

  Autumn cried, “You didn’t get me one of those singing telegrams, did you?”

  Marc smirked. “Yeah, how’d you guess?”

  The doorbell rang, and the guys rushed to open it.

  Autumn came up behind them. “Okay, I’m here for the song.” The next mome
nt, she shrieked, “Oh, my God.”

  Jeannette, the off-duty UPS driver, stood in classy western jeans, western blouse with purple snaps instead of buttons, and red boots with silver tips. She wore a pink bow across her chest. For a moment, the world stopped.

  Marc warned Jeannette. “Look, if this goes badly, it’s all my fault. I forced Adam to go along with it.”

  Jeannette broke the ice. “Happy birthday, Autumn.” She rolled her lips between her teeth.

  Autumn shook Jeannette’s hand. “What have they told you about me?”

  Jeannette almost tiptoed in as Autumn led her. “Not much, but Marc did say you wanted me gift wrapped and delivered. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

  Autumn pulled her into a hug, careful to avoid crushing the big bow. The guys embraced each other. Marc kissed Adam, surprising him at doing it in front of Jeannette. She stared.

  Marc gave a shy, little-boy grin. “I guess I just outed us. Jeannette, Adam and I are lovers. Of course, since the three of us are in the Navy, we have to keep it secret. We should get going to meet our reservation time.” He hugged Autumn. “You’re a grand friend, and I love you.”

  Adam patted Jeannette’s shoulder. “Thanks for wearing the bow. You don’t have to keep it on for dinner. Autumn is a cool friend, and we want to make her happy. I love her.”

  Autumn said, “I’ll take it now and put it on my bed as a keepsake.” Jeannette removed it and passed it to her date. Their hands met and held for several seconds. Their smiles could have lit the city of San Diego.

  * * * *

  Marc drove them in his SUV to a nice restaurant sixty minutes away to reduce the odds of being seen by co-workers. Adam wondered that Marc said he loved Autumn. Would he be able to say it someday to Adam? The ladies kept stealing glances at each other, and Adam held Marc’s hand. At the restaurant, Adam discovered Jeannette was a vegetarian, like Autumn, and they both liked the same movies and books. Autumn didn’t dress in Western wear but admired it.

  After, they walked through a shopping mall and went to a gay club that catered to both genders. The women seemed to hit it off and went on their own, and both liked to dance. Neither Adam nor Marc cared for it much and spent most of the time cuddled in a corner booth. The place didn’t serve chocolate milk, and Marc settled for root beer.

  Adam tried to get Marc to sample his tequila sunrise, but Marc turned his nose away from it. “Marc, you’re not your father or grandfather. You’re not an alcoholic.”

  “That’s right. If I never drink alcohol, I can’t become one.”

  Adam shook his head as it lightened from the booze. “I feel bad getting tipsy when you’re sober.”

  “Someone has to be the designated driver.”

  Their eyes met. Marc initiated a kiss. Then they held each other’s head while staring nose to nose.

  “Adam, I’ve been thinking about coming out.”

  Adam’s heart shuddered. “What? Why?”

  “I feel like a caged animal.”

  “So, you’re admitting you’re gay?”

  He shook his head. “No, I’m not gay.”

  “Then what is there to come out about?”

  Marc shook his head again and buried his face into Adam’s chest. Adam held him and combed his fingers through Marc’s short hair. Despite the music, Adam wondered if Marc was sobbing. When Marc raised his head a minute later, the tears confirmed it.

  “Marc, what’s going on?”

  “I’m so fucking confused.”

  “Over what?”

  “I might be gay. Lately, I’ve had a lot of nightmares.”

  It shocked Adam. “What kind? How long? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

  Adam had trouble hearing Marc’s softened voice over the music.

  “I guess about two or three weeks. In the dreams, sometimes I tell my dad about you, I mean the truth. He always yells at me and leaves. He calls me names, and I keep saying, ‘I’m not gay. I’m just experimenting and curious.’ But he won’t listen. Other times, I’m required to have sex with women with others watching to prove I’m straight. I do it, and I can only keep an erection by thinking of men.” A few more tears leaked. “I’m confused.” In a sudden burst, he stood and held out his hand to Adam. “Dance with me. I don’t care who sees us.”

  They did a slow dance as best they could, cheek to cheek, while other couples bounced around. When the song ended, Marc grabbed Adam’s face and kissed him. Back at the table, Autumn and Jeannette returned with arms around the other, laughing and whispering.

  They both shouted, “Oh, my God,” and sat in sideways hugs.

  Autumn faced the guys. “Do you know how old Jeannette is? I was afraid I was way too old. She’s thirty-five. I’m only five years older.”

  They kissed. Jeannette giggled. Her red face and silly grin said she’d drunk more than one.

  Autumn seemed quite relaxed and happy. She stroked Marc’s face. “Why are your eyes red? You stoned?” She laughed and quickly grew serious. “Have you been crying?” She faced Adam. “If you’ve done anything to hurt him, I’ll hurt you.” She stretched across the table and kissed Marc’s cheek.

  Marc moaned. “Yeah, I was talking some shit, bad dreams and stress and stuff, but I don’t want to dampen the mood.”

  Adam kissed him. “I’m ready to leave.”

  They all left for a beach walk with perfect weather and a tiny breeze.

  Adam thought he whispered when he told Marc, “I’m so horny.”

  The women, ten feet ahead, giggled.

  Autumn twisted her head back. “I’m horny, too, Adam. Funny how the wind carries voices.”

  Jeannette slapped her hands to her face in clear embarrassment. Heat rushed to Adam’s neck and head.

  Back at their apartment, Autumn and Jeannette shared a hug and kiss. The evening ended with everyone having an early work-morning the next day. Autumn smiled at the guys and opened her arms, inviting them into a hug.

  “You’re not mad at me, are you?” Marc asked.

  She sighed. “I generally don’t approve of matchmaking, but tonight was my best night in a year. Thank you for setting it up. I really like Jeannette, and I’m flattered you remembered my comment about wrapping her up.” She kissed their cheeks. “Thanks for a great birthday celebration, but time for bed.”

  The guys made their way to bed and cuddled and chatted for an hour before sleep took them. Hours later, Adam woke from a sexual dream of them screwing on a public beach. He realized his hand was in his briefs, fondling his hard cock. He looked toward Marc’s side of the bed. He was gone. Candles in glass containers lit the room. Marc appeared in surgical gloves and mask.

  “It’s okay, sailor. I’m your night nurse and here to help. I need to do a procedure on you that’s important to your care.”

  Adam could tell Marc tried to keep his voice level and humorless. Adam played along. “Why am I in the hospital? I don’t remember getting hurt.” He threw his gaze to the tube of lube. “What are you going to do to me?”

  Marc looked funny in the medical gloves and mask but wearing only his briefs with a copious bulge. “It’s a special insemination procedure, highly technical. I’m sure a sexy, young sailor as yourself has never heard of it. Don’t be nervous. I’m a professional.” Marc pulled his mask down, bent, and kissed Adam’s cheek and then his lips.

  “Should you kiss a patient on the lips?” He smirked.

  “It was a therapeutic kiss.” Marc removed Adam’s briefs and rolled him face down with a pillow under his hips.

  Adam raised his tone. “But what are you going to do? Why are you lubricating my ass? Did the doctor approve this? I’ve never had this before.”

  Marc let a chuckle out. “Oh, yes. This is a well-established medical procedure.” He removed his briefs and put them in Adam’s mouth. He mumbled. Marc moved atop Adam and slowly entered his ass before resting his weight on Adam’s back.

  Oh, how Adam loved it. Marc pumped in and out with a
casual speed, and occasionally he let his dick escape Adam’s rear tunnel before reentering, something Adam adored. The vanilla from the candles wafted by. Adam stole glances at the clock radio. Five minutes passed, then ten. Marc kissed Adam’s neck and back, slipping in light gnawing.

  Marc whispered, “I care about you so much. I love being with you. You’re handsome, sexy, and a true friend, my best friend. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

  Adam’s cock was pushed into the pillow with each of Marc’s pumps. Adam loved the slow, long, and deep lovemaking, but his internal switch was thrown. He needed to come. Since he realized in his teens he was gay, Adam dreamt of a man like Marc to complement him in so many ways. He recalled their first love session, so rushed and filled with hormones. It had been nearly thirty minutes that Marc was in Adam, fucking his ass with almost surgical precision, and he laughed at that term.

  “What’s funny? Do you like this medical care?” Marc removed the briefs from Adam’s mouth.

  “Yes, nurse. I like it very much, but I’m ready for it to be over. I need to come.”

  With that cue, Marc lifted to his knees and sped up, making sure to crash his hips into Adam’s ass each time. Adam moaned.

  A minute or two later Marc crowed, “Awwwww, yesss!” He lost his rhythm and collapsed on Adam.

  “Stay in me, roll to the side, and jack me off.”

  Marc obeyed and fisted Adam’s cock, while kissing him from behind. It only took Adam a few minutes to explode. He couldn’t explain, if called upon, to describe the sensation of Marc’s cock in him while Marc made him come. They would have to do it more often and switch roles. Marc left and returned with a warm washcloth, cleaned them, and they drifted to sleep.

  Chapter 4

  The first Sunday of December, Adam let loose a long sigh of fatigue as he drove home from his friend Lawrence’s new home after helping him landscape it. Between them and three other sailors, they got the job done. Another sigh escaped his lips as he parked and trudged inside. He overdid it, not being accustomed to labor, making him swear to get into better shape. Hell, when did he let himself get out of shape? Inside, he leaned against the door and smiled at the aromas. Autumn and Marc were obviously cooking. From the kitchen, they turned to face him.